Having found Bagswell, our trio at once marched to the Green Bough, which they saw was filled to overflowing with country-people, eating and drinking, sitting on rough benches, and stowing away food and wine as if in expectation of being very soon shipwrecked on a desert island, where there would be nothing but hard-shell clams and lemons to eat. The landlord at once took the trio up-stairs, where, at a large table, were half-a-dozen of his friends, all of the cleanly order of country-people, stout, and having a well-to-do look that deprecated any thing like famine. A young lady of twenty and two hundred, as Caper summed up her age and weight, was evidently the cynosure of all eyes; two other good-natured women, of a few more years and a very little less weight, and three men, made up the table. Any amount of compliments, as usual, passed between the first six and the last three comers, prefacing every thing with desires that they would act without ceremony; but Caper and Roejean were on a high horse, and they fairly pumped the spring of Italian compliments so dry, that Bagswell could only make a squeaking noise when he tried the handle. This verbifuge of our three artists put their host into an ecstasy of delight, and he circulated all round, rubbing his hands and telling his six friends that his three friends were _milordi_, in very audible whispers, _milordi_ of the most genial, courtly, polite, complimentary, cosmopolitan, and exquisite description. After all this, down sat our trio, and for the sake of future ages which will live on steam-bread, electrical beef, and magnetic fish, let us give them the bill of fare set before them: ALL THE WINE THEY COULD DRINK. Maccaroni (_fettucia_) a la Milanese--dish two feet in diameter, one foot and a half high. Mutton-chops, with tomato-sauce, (_pomo d'oro._) Stewed celery, with Parmesan cheese. Stewed chickens. Mutton-chops, bird-fashion, (_Uccélli di Castrato._ They are made of pieces of mutton rolled into a shape like a bird, and cooked, several at a time, on a wooden spit. They are the _kibaubs_ of the East.) Baked pie of cocks' combs and giblets. Roasted pig, a twelve-pounder. Roast squashes, stuffed with minced veal. Apples, oranges, figs, and _finocchio_. _Crostata di visciola_, or wild-cherry pie, served on an iron plate the size of a Roman warrior's shield; the dish evidently having been one formerly. MORE WINE!